Bit of a back story here. So I enjoyed working with Gloria and I developed a little bit of a crush on her. I did call her my work wife, she would just laugh. It was all in good fun. So I had this idea for a story, and I heard her voice and the way she speaks and used her voice in this story. Cause we all know we do not use the Queens English of Thee and though now do we?
Gloria and I stood at the break room window on the second floor of our office building. The snow was coming down so hard, we couldn't see the tv station building across the street. The snow was being blown sideways.
We were all alone now, the rest of the staff had been dismissed an hour earlier. Being that she was the security guard, she had to make sure the building was properly secure. I stayed behind to give her a ride home as the buses had stopped running. No man or woman left behind right?
So there we stood at the window as I said.
"Ain't that fucking sum tin!" Gloria said.
"Yeah!" I said.
Our smartphones dinged, and we saw that the roads were now closed. We were now stuck here till the roads were open again.
"Mother fuckers closed the fucking roads!" She said all pissed off. "Now what are we going to do?" She asked.
I turned on the break room TV and sure enough there it was on the screen. "All state roads are now closed!" The bubble-headed blonde newscaster said.
"Let's go on a raiding party Glo and see what we can get, so we can try to be comfortable here tonight!"
"Oh, Mike I like that!" She said with a gleam in her soft brown eyes.
We went downstairs and I got a cart from the mailroom and we grabbed what we could from the 3 vending coolers on the first floor. Pizzas', burgers and chips. She grabbed like 5 bottles of coke and I grabbed some water bottles. We took them back upstairs and placed them in the fridge. Then we went to the 3rd floor and we went into the storage area there and grabbed a dozen orange throws and took a carton of bubble wrap and those bubble packs too. We took our haul back to the second-floor break room.
We placed the throws on the padded benches against the wall. It wasn't the Marriott down the street, but it would do.
"Well, I guess I finally get to spend the night with my work wife finally!" I joked.
"Well don't be getting no ideas about a honeymoon, sweetie!" Gloria said and stroked my cheek as she laughed.
Her brown fingers felt so nice on my soft gray beard. It sent a charge down to my balls. My cock jumped.
We ate and talked and talked and talked, and she kept sending messages to her son, and boyfriend.
Evening came and we decided we should get some sleep. So She took one end of the benches and I took the other.
I was half asleep and then I felt her sitting next to me.
"Mike, I need to cuddle, would you mind?" She asked.
"Sure Glo," I replied.
I lay on my side and she lay next to me, her back toward me. I wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes.
